Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Nico,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.